Keep Praying - Tsu Surf, Emanny, Styles P

Early morning trappin', had to get it all day

Rats in them hood streets, piss up in them hallways

Daddy said he was comin', and I was waitin' all day

I got caught up movin' rounds, same excuse always

It’s why I don’t trust people, that’s how I give it up

Nothin' come with disappointments when you give a fuck

Why should He answer my mama prayers

When I caused a nigga’s mama grief?

I’m way too personal for these kinda beats

Still young, the hood need us

But I’m torn between the life, the sets, and these drugs

And these groupies and the skeezers

The pictures and the tweeters, bury me with the .40

No disrespect but I never met this so-called Jesus

It could be the drugs, or the is’s turned was

You know the friends, the bitches

Man, everything switches

Only thing promised is the ditches

Either they miss you or good riddance

Of course some niggas slippin' with that llama

What if that 3AM call was to my mama?

Damn, what if that 3AM call was to my mama?!

In and out of the streets

Just tryin' to stay alive

Lookin' up to the sky

But you get no reply

We keep on prayin', oh

But ain’t nothin' changin', no

Ain’t nothin' changin'

Ain’t nothin' changin' but the drawers and the socks

Before rap I was on tour sellin' rocks

My hypeman was a Glock

Had to stand nights, but now my nightstand got a watch

That these niggas never saw before

Like I ain’t stick shit, like I ain’t sell raw before

My general rank is a five star

Always been ready to die, that’s why I’m alive, y’all

It’s old Ghost and young Surf

I’m into long money and gunwork

Wanna talk funds though?

Let me hit the blunt first

Say somethin' I don’t like, I’ll let the gun jerk

You push me, I’ll pull this shit

Always been an asshole, but never been full of shit

Thinkin' about life

On some could’ve/would've/should've shit

Ain’t nothin' changed, my nigga, how hood is this?

In and out of the streets

Just tryin' to stay alive

Lookin' up to the sky

But you get no reply

We keep on prayin', oh

But ain’t nothin' changin', no

Ain’t nothin' changin'

I cock it back and say a prayer

Lord, protect me when I ride out

Be my eyes while I ride, spell the i’s out

Remember schemin' late, high as hell in the hide-out

Now I’m flyin' planes close enough to see God house

I relapsed a little bit

In project hallways, in the trap a little bit

Fuck it, keep me motivated

Lil niggas see me in the hood

That’s how they know we made it

Hood swag, hood still salute me when I pull past

Bump my damn self, Newark playin' on full blast

Keep prayin', I be slackin', grandma picked it up

Think I heard a voice, when I saw it wished to lift it up

Bloody murder, better him than me

‘Cause me leavin' woulda just hurt her

And we don’t need that

So I swear I listen, but I still let that thing clap

Shit, I still let that thing clap

In and out of the streets

Just tryin' to stay alive

Lookin' up to the sky

But you get no reply

We keep on prayin', oh

But ain’t nothin' changin', no

Ain’t nothin' changin'